I'm tired and harried and altogether feeling like I have no life of my own, which is a silly thing to say because what other life do I possess? So I will take instruction from those who know better.

Rilke: "Irony. Do not let yourself be governed by it, especially not in uncreative moments." 

Dickinson: "The Mind is so near itself--it cannot see distinctly--"

Corso: "When I got the proofs I felt both good and sad, good because there are some very good poems in [the] book, and sad because there aren't any poems that bespeak my dream my idea my lyric, God knows what." 

Wyatt: "Dere lady, we wayte onely thy sentence." 

Wiler: "There are three good things about this town."